Falling For The Biker - Chapter 85: Chapter 85

Sierra's POV
I stared at Rider K, who seemed unaffected. Even if he did, I would not be able to tell due to his helmet still on. Slowly, I tried to pull away, but his grip on my waist tightened.
My eyes widened, staring at him. My head swirled with so many possibilities, but now it had nothing to do with Arthur. “You see? You are wrong and it's foolish of you to think we would be fooled that easily,” Arthur's mother said.
“Jackson, do you think he is Arthur?” I asked.
Jackson sighed. “I don't care if he is Arthur or not. You want to be with Rider K, it's your choice, Sierra, so long as you are happy,” he said.
I have never hated Jackson's affection towards me until today. So, all the while he defended Rider K, it was all because of me. “Accept the money and stop all the games. You can run around with whomever you want so long as it is far away from my son,” Arthur's father said.
“Sir,” Rod smiled nervously. “I don't think Arthur would like that.”
“It seems you do not like your job, Rod,” Arthur's father snapped, his calm demeanor washing away as he spoke.
Rod dropped his gaze as Arthur's father continued. “You will not tell me what is good for my son,” he said, then turned to me. “Do you agree to take the money?”
I turned to Rider K. The warmth that came from him was similar to Arthur's. Maybe I might have been wrong with the helmet that I found in his closet, but could I have been mistaken about his scent and warmth?
“Take off your helmet,” I told him and almost immediately, I felt his grip on my waist loosen.
My gaze dropped to his chest, back to his face. I could barely see through his helmet. He moved away, turned around and just walked away.
Literally, walked off without saying a single word.
What a better way to prove to me he wasn't Arthur.
“My son will never be with a woman like you,” Arthur's mother said.
Minutes later and Arthur stepped into the racetrack. My eyes lit up at seeing him. He had a smug smile on his face as he walked over, wrapping his arm around me.
He pressed a kiss on my forehead, staring at my eyes with so much longing. “Uncle Arthur,” Elvis said, gripping his trousers.
“Little rascal,” Arthur crouched down, ruffling Elvis' hair.
“Don't be mad at Mommy. I gave your gift to someone else. I'll make another. Promise,” Elvis took out his pinky finger.
“There's no need for that,” Arthur said.
Elvis pouted. “Are you mad, Uncle?”
Arthur smiled, shaking his head. “Fine, I'll go make you another,” Elvis said, running into the crowd.
Fortunately, Mum and Dad were not too far away. It seemed he told them what he planned, and they left. “Arthur, you can't be with her. She literally hugged some other biker right in front of everyone,” his mother said in anger. “You can't be with her,” she added with finality.
“You should really listen to your mother. You always do, don't you, pretty boy?” Dexter said.
We had completely forgotten about him. Arthur paused for a second before rising. I waited for him to reprimand me. He was right to be upset. After all, what I did was seen by more than half of the village.
That was an insult to his face. “Arthur, I didn't mean to-”
He spun around and placed his index finger on my lips. “Are you going to ignore us?!” his father barked.
And like nobody said a thing, Arthur turned to Jackson. “Let's go,” he said.
He took my hands and led us into the building and the locker room. His parents were too dumbfounded to follow. In the locker room, on a bench, was Rider K's helmet and attire.
That wasn't all, Elvis' gift also laid beside it. Arthur picked it up and trailed his fingers over the scarf. “You have a lot of explaining to do,” Mr. Rod said.
“Yeah, you literally disappeared. I almost thought your father kidnapped you again,” Jackson said, and my eyes widened.
“Kidnapped him? Why?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
Jackson breathed out. “It only happened once when he wanted to 'teach' him a lesson,” he said.
Looking back at how calm Arthur's father was, I never would have thought he was capable of something like that. Arthur remained silent, staring down at the scarf in his hands.
“Arthur?” I called, walking closer to him.
He placed the scarf over his neck before turning around. “I am pulling out from the Grat International Biker Race,” he said.
Shock spread across Jackson and Mr. Rod's face. “Why would you want to do that? You put in a lot of effort to get in,” Jackson said.
“I know how much we put into this. You even went as far as bending to your father once again to keep your spot. Why give up now? You have time to think this through. That is not a simple race to give up,” Mr. Rod said.
Arthur stayed silent. Jackson walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, dude. I know he is hot on you right now, but do not let him push you into doing something you will regret,” he said.
“What if he isn't the one pushing me?” Arthur asked, and his gaze came on me.
It took me a moment to understand. My heart dropped as the realization hit me.